"Children!" The little flame shout in anguish, "I want children, rooms of them!"
Zhong Yue replied in a mumble, "It's negotiable, but a few rooms of them is too many…"
Xin Huo roared back, "If you don't agree with it, then pay me back my lost lamp oil!"
Zhong Yue's eyes brightened up, just the three to five years of lost lamp oil?
In stark contrast, this sounded like a much more easier task than having rooms of children!
Xin Huo gave a cold sneer, "But to do that, you have to first find an ancient galaxy, one that has a spirit in it. Then, you have to refine the whole galaxy, along with its spirit before they can be used as my lamp oil."
